i have a sword fairy

Chapter 191 The Master of One Word

In Nuanxi Yaji, in addition to the table tables along the stream, there is also a large main table on the open space surrounded by the curved water in the shape of "ji".

There are poems, words and paintings, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it.

Participants of the gathering can come up to write poems impromptu. If they are not in the mood, they can also sit on the small table by the stream, laugh and chat with their female companions, and watch the elegant affairs of the talented and beautiful women at the main table.

at this time.

Liu Kongyi came back to his senses and saw a group of seniors and seniors gathering together to admire and praise the climbing product she had just made. It’s so powerful, isn’t it embarrassing to me, Mr. Du is so powerful, this song "Yicahong" is like falling flowers, you can see him..."

The women were laughing and joking for a while.

Liu Kongyi suddenly turned his head to the crowd at the gathering, and said crisply: "There is something that has been bothering me for the past few days, and even my practice has been delayed..."

Everyone looked curiously and listened attentively, wanting to know what troubled this existence.

Liu Kongyi sighed softly, took a wine glass and came to the bank of the stream, staring at the clear water.

"A few days ago, one day, I received a bunch of invitations for gatherings, but somehow I felt a little bored, so I refused to go. At noon, I had a few drinks in the building alone, listening to the music. Son, fell asleep without knowing it, woke up, it was dusk, but although the drunkenness disappeared, the strange thoughts did not increase or decrease, and even more, so he went to the outside at dusk by himself. Walking in the small garden... That night, alas, after I came back, I wrote a poem out of feeling."

She turned her head, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "I have nagged so much, everyone, don't take offense. What I want to say is this poem. After I finished writing, I felt good, but after I stopped writing, there was no movement on the paper. These days I also often think about rhetoric, but it still doesn’t help. How to put it, I feel that the melancholy when I wrote it at that time was not expressed. I think this is also the reason why I can’t make it into the article. I wrote it. ... missing a word."

Liu Kongyi gave a pretty salute to the crowd, and said softly: "Although I am dull, I consider myself eager to learn. There are so many people in the Gathering today, so I wonder if there will be a talented young master who is willing to bow down and teach me. Be my one-character teacher, modify sentences and practice calligraphy, if you can make it taste good, Kong Yi is willing to serve tea and wine for you, and besides... there will be a generous reward."

The students of the prefecture and the Academy saw the charming posture of the fairy Liu who was sought after in the past, how could she refuse this proposal, they all nodded their approval, and many men were eager to fight.

In particular, Du Yifu's eyes were brighter, and he lifted his chin slightly, feeling that the opportunity had come.

Seeing this, Liu Kongyi went to the table and wrote down the words she had filled in.

Immediately afterward, the red carp girls took four pieces of special paper and a bowl of clear water as instructed, walked forward, and copied Liu Kongyi's words on the four pieces of special paper.

It is not uncommon for Liu Kongyi to take out poems and ask people to change them, and to be a teacher of one word.

Therefore, there is also a set of prescribed procedures.

The special paper brought by the red carp girls is pure white and unstained. It looks ordinary, but it is indeed a strange ink washing paper.

If you want to remove the ink characters on it, you only need to drop a drop of water on the characters, and the ink will be washed clean. The washing place will still be as dry as before, and even emit an intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

This is also the paper that is often prepared for poets to correct sentences and practice calligraphy in the collection.

Now Liu Kongyi's words are written on four pieces of ink-washed paper, which are placed on the four sides of the main table in the center of the collection. If men and women want to try to change the words, they can come to the table to drip water and write. If you are satisfied, you can also wash it off with a drop of water and let the people behind come. As for the original manuscript written by Liu Kongyi, it is placed in the middle of the table as a reference.

The red carp girls retreated after finishing their work.

All of a sudden, most people gathered around at the Yaji, watching the poem that troubled Liu Kongyi for a long time.

Zhao Rong, who was a little far away, frowned when he heard Liu Kongyi's words, and got up suddenly.

He didn't have any idea of ​​helping people change their words, but he wanted to ease the embarrassment between him and Qingjun.

Zhao Rong patted his sleeves, and whispered to the lady who turned her head and said softly: "Qingjun, let's go and have a look."

The blush on Concubine Zhao Ling's face had receded, she nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Zhao Rong smiled and stretched out her hand, she bit her lip and gave him the plain hand.

Lu Zhu, who had been waiting by the stream to serve the guests, saw that all the guests around her had disappeared, she was already curious, and followed Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling bouncingly.

The two walked to the table hand in hand.

They looked for a space with few people, and Liu Kongyi's words caught their eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling leaned against Zhao Rong and said curiously: "Fairy..."

At this time, a small head poked out beside the two of them, it was Luzhu.

She opened her dark eyes wide, and whispered curiously:
"Water tone several times, hold the wine and listen, wake up in the afternoon and worry about it... When will I go to the spring? The mirror at night, the scene of the scene, the past is empty in the later period... The sand and the bird pond are dark, the clouds disperse and the moon comes and flowers Follow the shadows... heavy curtains cover the lights tightly, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet at first, and tomorrow the sunset will fill the path."

Luzhu's eyes lit up, and she read it several times.

There were a lot of people around, and Zhao Rong held Concubine Zhao Ling in his arms.

The two clasped hands, Concubine Zhao Ling listened to him while snuggling up to him, she tasted it, but she only understood the general idea, and said softly: "It sounds good, Brother Ronger, what do you think?"

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly, and looked up at Zhao Rong, only to find that he was staring at her unblinkingly with his head down, not listening to the words attentively, all his thoughts were on her...

Concubine Zhao Ling's heart trembled, she hurriedly lowered her head, fell silent for a moment, twisted in Zhao Rong's arms, "Don't...don't look at it."

The sound is very small.

Zhao Rong smiled, looked up at the poem on the table, "Well, it's very nice..."

Having said that, he couldn't help lowering his head again, looked at the lady's profile again, nodded and said, "It's beautiful."

Seeing him making trouble again.

Concubine Zhao Ling kept a pretty face, she didn't speak, she didn't look at him, but, in the lower sleeves, where no one else could see, the two clasped their hands even tighter.

Zhao Rong felt her clasping hands proactively, and then glanced at the cold side face of the "duplicate" lady, coughed lightly, and looked away, so as not to embarrass her anymore.

He casually looked at the song "Heavenly Fairy".

In this poem, the emotion that the poet wants to inject is a kind of inexplicable depression, which is easy to understand.

At that time, she felt tired, bored and lazy, not interested in singing and party gatherings. After waking up, the willow fairy looked in the mirror again in the evening. Dispel sorrows and sorrows... It is this kind of melancholy that she wants to write about.

Poetry expresses aspirations, and even thinking deeper, Zhao Rong also has a vague insight into Liu Kongyi's Taoist heart, from her poems such as "evening mirror", "flowing scene", "spring goes", "shading the lamp" and so on. From the words, it can be seen what this Fairy Liu is sighing, what she is looking for, and what she is seeking...

He raised his eyebrows.

The scene of this poem is well constructed, which can give readers a sense of immersion in the scene, but the choice of words and sentences... need to be deliberated.

Zhao Rong changed his mind, and a few words appeared in his mind.

but.

But he didn't have the slightest intention to step forward and change his words...

　I was in the western hemisphere, just got off the plane, looked up, um, during the day, the sun was quite bright, Xiao Rong was just sitting on the plane, chasing the sun to complete the typing.By the way, where is this place, the air is quite sweet
　　
　
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